Disclaimer: I don't own Kagerou Days
The heat simmered through from the summer sky. The clink of pans shatters my slumber; I see Kano cooking breakfast as steam furiously rises. He glances back at me; I immediately get flustered as I notice my body, a tad bit too revealing. I make the attempt to use my powers to sheath my bare body but it is to no avail, he sees right through me. With his trademark smirk smeared across his face he approaches, leaving his partially cooked omelets in search for something else. He glares down at me; now I realise how tall he's gotten, how much bulkier and masculine he's grown. He no longer feels like the boy he was, or rather, the boy that was my brother. His approach gradually paces down as he nears the edge, finally halting. His face wiped of any expression, a dull slate. My face feels warm, body sticky, humidity high. He comes downward with exalting force, commanding my body to reposition itself. My hood gets caught in the crossfire as the sheer force strips it away from the bed. Kano then tenderly ruffles out the edges of his shirt, fingers fluidly removing the buttons from his shirt, in the pattern that he'd always done, from down to up. His slender figure surprisingly able to move so sinuously; I am taken aback and force my voice back down to my bellow. For the entire period of time Kano hasn't said anything, his focus is of a greater intensity, one I've never seen before. Kano gestures his fingers, trickling down every detail throughout his entire routine. With one final, swift action, Kano manages to get me to squeal out of sheer excitement. Recoiling from the whole situation, the soft calmness tugged the edge of my lips into an even softer smile. That was the day I learnt that Kano is an amazing Just Dance player.
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AN: You dirty minded fucks.